Heir to the Throne: Chapter Five

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Warnings: OOC, maybe some language, some violence, maybe some sexual references. If you don't like any of that stuff, I advise that you don't read on.

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Last Time:

Tom didn't look at her. "Is this all you came here for?" he asked.

"Actually, no," Casey said, glaring daggers at Bella. "I've got some news for you."

"Do you now?" Bella asked, folding her arms.

Casey gave her a sarcastic smirk. "Would I say it if I didn't," she muttered, but her future-step-mother heard.

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Chapter Five: Caring and Not Caring.

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Bella's fingers tapped her wand at the side of her body, Casey scowled at her. What a dirty trap, sitting on the side of her father's desk. How was it that someone like her was going to be her step-mother? She wasn't even pretty, let alone beautiful.

"Get on with it," Tom snapped, getting impatient at his daughter.

A smirk replaced Casey's scowl, which she directed at her father. "I'm leaving; I'm not going to just take this shit. I hate you, I hate her," she pointed to Bellatrix, "I hate the way you only took me back was because you needed an heir. You would have just left me there to rot," Casey shot, her voice growing louder and louder with each sentence.

Tom didn't say anything; he simply stared at his daughter, almost stunned.

"What's wrong, Father? The truth hurts doesn't it?"

Tom raised an eyebrow, he seemed to be thinking. Casey hated his thinking face; she wanted to know exactly what he was thinking. She hated unpredictable people, they confused her; she liked to know exactly what was going on all around her. She also thought it made her father look less handsome. Sure, he had lost quite a lot of his looks from being 're-born' but from what he had regained; his thinking face was the ugliest.

Casey fumed in the silence; He wasn't even reacting, he didn't even care.

"You know what, fuck this, I'm leaving now," she turned on her heel and storming from the study, with a growing sense of déjà vu. Peter made to go after her, but was called back by her father.

Hating the entire world at that moment, Casey burst into her room. She snatched up her wand, pulled her jacket on hurriedly, slipped on a pair of shoes and hurried from her room.

She had reached the Entrance Hall when someone called out her name from behind her. She whipped around to see who it was.

Draco appeared out of the shadow, he leant against the edge of the

staircase, where she had tripped.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked, although he didn't seem worried, angry if anything.

"That's none of your business," Casey shot, pocketing her wand, which she had grasped the moment she heard her name.

Draco's eyes traveled over her attire. "And where are you going?" he questioned.

"That's none of your business either," Casey said snappishly.

Draco walked closer to her, stopping about a metre away. "I'm making it my business."

"Draco, just leave me alone."

"Tell me where you're going."

Casey bubbled under the surface, he was so infuriating. "I don't know where I'm going, Draco," she told him truthfully.

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care if you believe me or not. I'm leaving, Draco, all of you; Like right now."

This hit him hard.

"You can't leave," Draco said, stepping forward, grapping hold of her arm, as if this would prevent her from leaving.

Who would have thought this would be the way she would leave this house. Mad at her father, mad at Peter, mad at Draco; the three men she cared about most.

Casey looked up into Draco's ice-blue eyes. He was a lot taller than her, and a lot stronger. "Draco, let me go."

"I'm not just going to let you leave."

"You don't need me, Draco. You be his heir."

"I do need you," Draco told her, his face completely serious.

"You don't know what you need."

She tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but he just held on tighter.

"Let me go with you," Draco pleaded.

"You can't, you need to be here. Your father... my father. They'd kill you."

"I don't care," Draco said, and it actually looked like he meant it.

"Well, I care," Casey said, before she could stop herself.

"You do?" Draco asked.

"Draco, please stop treating this like some muggle television show."

"I'm not, this is for real."

Casey sighed, she wasn't going to get through to him, and she had to get out of this house. And the only way that would make them both happy was for her to take him with her. But what about the consequences, they would kill him, they'd probably kill her too.

It was Draco's choice, and he did want to come. But he wasn't thinking straight; at least she hoped this wasn't him thinking straight. He was blinded by lust, people had just put ideas in his head. Yeah, so their kiss had been real, it had been amazing, but... this was getting over the top.

"Look, you can come with me. But..."

"Great, let's go," Draco said hurriedly, taking her hand, instead of her arm.

Casey looked at him, stunned.

Draco gave her a slight shake. "Come on, let's go."

Shaken from her daze, Casey pulled her hand from his. "Draco, just because I'm letting you come with me, doesn't mean..."

Draco sighed. "Fine, let's just go."

Footsteps sounded on the landing above them.

"Quick," Casey whispered, although it wasn't needed. She and Draco rushed into the shadows.

"Where are we going to?" Draco asked.

Casey thought about this, she didn't have a clue. She hadn't thought that far ahead, she was just so angry.

"What about Malfoy Manor?" she asked him.

"But my father..."

"Is here," Casey reminded him.

"But my mother."

This brought up a problem. "Well, don't you have anywhere else we could go. You can't tell me you only own one property."

"There's the apartment in London, Father never goes there because of the muggles."

"Perfect."

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END CHAPTER...

Okay, that was so short, but oh well. That's where I wanted to end the chapter, and that's what I'm going to do. So... :: Shrugs :: that'll do. I await your reviews.

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